"I'll, um, keep that in mind?" She admitted sheepishly, unsure of how the door to the room could open, but a soft enough of a push caused it to open slightly and Rey took the opportunity to head inside. The door promptly shut behind her, giving Poe and Finn privacy, though Rey could feel the echos of their own passions and desires. Enough to make her heart speed up, reminding her of a few nights she spent reading grocery store novels with horrible plots, but decent soft porn. Nights where her hand slipped between her legs to pleasure herself until she felt somewhat satisfied.

Could she...? No. Not right now. Not while she wanted to calm down and do her best to ignore them.

Instead, she took the opportunity to explore the room that was once hers. Shelves of different texts, filled to the brim, different stems and flowers in small vials, and a bed for her to enjoy. There was a small writing desk by a makeshift window, something to remind her of the surface world, and trunks filled with things.

A nostalgic feeling came over her, carefully going through the items that were hers eons ago...

When Finn and Poe were done, she'd know....or if they wanted her, they'd say so.